AN: Have a drinking one! They're adults here.

Sake

/Noun/ A Japanese fermented, mildly alcoholic beverage made from rice.

Kyle was having a good time. A really, honest to God good time. He wondered vaguely why his parents never let him drink before. It was relaxing and the warm, bubbling feeling in his stomach made him want to smile and laugh and cry and rage at the same time and somehow, despite the confusion, it was nice. Comforting, even. Even the company wasn't too bad, he decided. Sure, he wanted to smile and glare at the man across from him at the same time and he wasn't sure which one to do, so he kinda ended up just staring awkwardly back at the lazy smirk directed at him, but all that was fine. Good. Great. Amazing.

Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes, the strange, but not unwelcome feeling from before leaving him and leaned forward to grab the bottle of the burning, but delicious fluid.

He needed another drink, badly.

The man on the other side chuckled darkly, humorlessly and, quick as a flash for someone obviously drunk, pulled the bottle away from Kyle's reach, smiling wickedly at the other.

Kyle glared, unamused as Cartman continued to laugh, unprovoked.

"Hahahaha, Kahl, I'm afraid you've had enough. This is my sake after all."

Kyle grounded his teeth together, grumbling and falling back against the couch in Cartman's apartment. Or more like apartment/hotel suite. Kyle wasn't quite sure which it was. All he knew was that Cartman was loaded, big time. The man owned a huge, ever growing company. A little bottle of sake wouldn't be putting much of a dent in his bank account anytime soon. The man probably had tons more where this one came from. Why did he have to be so difficult?

Probably because he was still very much Cartman. Cartman made everything difficult.

"Then share, Fatass!"

Cartman shook his head, clicking his tongue as if Kyle just wasn't getting it.

"I'm so sorry, Kahl, but this is my night. You were the one that barged in here." Cartman spoke silken like, he, too, leaning back against his own small, overly fancy and designed couch, looking smug.

"I swear to God, Cartman, if you don't give me that bottle I'll literally fight you for it. Right here, right now." Kyle spoke, completely serious.

Cartman blinked, dumbly and tilted his head, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at Kyle. After awhile he seemed to decide Kyle really would fight him and rolled his eyes, shrugging and leaning forward, handing the bottle to Kyle, begrudgingly.

"God, you give a Jew a few glasses of alcohol and the Jew thinks he owns the place and can order people around. That good for nothing Jew..." He muttered, glaring at Kyle as said man poured the sake in his glass.

Kyle huffed, almost a laugh, but not quite and shook his head, placing the bottle down and looking up at Cartman.

"You're impossible, you know that?" Kyle asked, taking a sip of the drink and feeling himself relax and warm up to his company once more, a half smile on his face.

Cartman scrunched up his own face and leaned forward, snatching the bottle back from where it sat on Kyle's side of the table then leaning his head back and chugging the last of it. After he was done, he pulled the bottle away from his mouth, swaying quite a bit and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, slamming the bottle on the table. Kyle was suddenly glad he had stole it back before Cartman could drink his half as well.

"Alcoholic." Kyle spat.

Cartman just shot him a glare.

Kyle wondered why he had even bothered coming here. It wasn't like him and Cartman had ever been that close, not really. They had always had a Fight-And-Bitch kind of relationship. Stan would have been a better chose, but Stan was with Wendy and Stan had been the true alcoholic in the past in high school, so he wouldn't have been allowed a drink, especially now that he had Wendy watching his drinking habits. Stan wasn't allowed to drink. Kyle had wanted to drink. The only option left was a simple bar or Cartman. Kenny was out of town on a cruise with his newest fling, so he was out. Kyle didn't like bars and he had wanted someone to talk to, hence why he was here. He had needed the company, even if that company was an ass.

Cartman burped and stretched. He then looked at Kyle, thoughtfully.

"Well, Jew, I guess it's time for you to go. I'm going to bed. Big interview tomorrow." He smirked, sloppily.

Kyle gave him a look, suddenly alarmed and a little worried, if he could admit.

"Are you stupid, Fatass? Why drink if you have an important interview? Do you want to keep your job?" He asked, voice rising.

Cartman just shook his head and stood up, swaying slightly.

"Oh, Kahl. It's not my interview. I own this company. It's the man I'm interviewing that better not be hung over tomorrow. No one can stop me from showing up hung over, I can fire their asses if they say anything against it! The higher ups, if any, don't care. They're fucking scared of me! I'm the boss around here, not them. Those poor struggling bastards. God, I love double standards!" The bigger male cackled, heading for his room and not bothering to show Kyle his way out.

Kyle watched him go with furrowed brows. He then shook his head, sighing.

"Idiot."

Thoughts, please. :)

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